An Unwanted Boyfriend

Heather brushed her beautiful blonde hair from her eyes and adjusted her sunglasses. She fumbled in her purse, looking for her keys. Pulling her keys from her purse, she locked her front door and turned around on the porch. It was almost 10:00 in the morning and it was already getting hot outside. Heather had called in sick to work and stayed in bed much later than normal. She hadn’t slept much the previous night. She couldn’t get the sickening image of that bald bastard, Steve, out of her head. She continued to replay the horrible images in her mind’s eye. She couldn’t believe the things he had made her do… how could she have been so weak? On the other hand, how could Steve have taken such liberties with her? She had asked him to leave repeatedly but, he had only ignored her. She shuddered and, despite the heat, felt goose-bumps rising on her flesh.

Heather was shaken from her thoughts by her neighbor’s front door opening. She turned to see Mary stepping outside. Heather hated Mary. Since the first day Heather had moved into her apartment, Mary had been a constant pain in her ass. Mary delighted in complaining to the management about everything Heather did… her music was too loud…she put her trash bags out too early… she walked too heavily on the floor… on and on it went… Mary was just a bitch. Plus, she made no effort to conceal her dislike for Heather. She was rude and condescending. Heather privately believed that jealously drove Mary to be such an ass. After all, she was grossly overweight and obscenely ugly with a large brown mole right on the end of her nose. Heather was sure Mary envied her beauty and tried to make her life miserable as a result.

The fat woman locked her door and turned around to face Heather. “Hello, neighbor.” Mary eyed her from head to toe with a look of disgust on her ugly face. “You have a late night last night? You look like crap.” Actually, Mary thought Heather looked lovely, as usual… she drank in Heather’s shapely form, noting her tight blue jeans, midriff tank top and sandals. Mary was secretly a lesbian and intensely attracted to Heather while, at the same time, hating her for her natural good-looks.

“No, Mary. I didn’t have a late night. But you’re a fine one to talk about looking like crap… have you looked in the mirror lately?” Heather turned on her heel and stepped off of the porch flipping her hair over her shoulders as she walked towards her car.

“Screw you! You’re just an arrogant little bitch and a slut at that… I see the men coming and going from your apartment at all hours… you don’t fool me.” Mary shook her finger in Heather’s direction.

Heather was in no mood for this drama. “Shut up, Mary. You’re so full of shit it would take an industrial strength enema to clean you out!” Without waiting for a response, Heather hurried to her car a slammed the door shut. Looking in her rearview mirror, she could see Mary glaring at her car. What a complete bitch!!

Heather backed the car up and sped out of the parking lot, squealing her tires as she pulled into the street. She was sure Mary would complain to the management about the tire marks on the parking lot… the thought made Heather laugh. She turned on the radio and found her favorite hip-hop station.

As she settled back into the seat, her mind drifted back to Steve. What could she do? The awful man had taken advantage of her in every way. He had abused her physically as well as mentally. Plus, he now had nude pictures of her. She couldn’t go to the police. If she did, Steve would just produce the pictures and claim the sexual intercourse was consensual. She briefly thought about going to her parents but quickly dismissed the idea. If they found out what had happened it would kill them. Her family came from a very conservative background. They wouldn’t take such news well at all… in fact she could imagine her mother blaming her for the assault. After all, her mother was always critical of the way Heather dressed. She would constantly comment on the way Heather revealed “way to much flesh” and say, “a respectable young lady should save her charms for her husband”. Her father would be even worse… he was adamantly opposed to Heather moving into her own apartment and believed a young girl should go from her father’s house to her husband’s house with no in between. No… her parents would be no help at all. Heather considered herself a modern girl and she would have to handle this little problem on her own. But, what to do???

Heather turned into the parking lot of the tanning salon and shut off the ignition. A few minutes in the tanning booth would help her think more clearly.

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Bobby Smith watched Heather step out of her car and approach the tanning salon. He placed his magazine face down on the counter and stepped back. It had been a slow day at the salon and he was pleasantly surprised to see Heather pull into the parking lot. One of the perks to working in a tanning salon was getting to see all of the pretty girls… lord knew it certainly wasn’t the pay… then again, this was just a summer job and not a career. He would be back in college in a couple of months and the job made him a little spending money. He watched Heather open the front door and smiled as she stepped in. What a sexy freak! He took in her beautiful face and luscious hair. His gaze fell to her ample breasts and flat stomach. He loved the half shirt she wore which revealed her delightful navel. Her jeans were skin tight and highlighted her shapely butt. Even the sight of her sandaled feet turned him on. Yep… she was one sexy freak!

“Hey, Heather. You have the day off today?” He smiled pleasantly.

“Oh, hello Bobby. Yeah, I took a sick day. You know how it is. Sometimes you just need some time off.” She smiled back at him. “You need to see my membership card?”

“Nah… course not.” He laughed. “Which booth you want?”

“I’ll take number six… it seems to work better than the rest for some reason.” She walked towards the hallway.

“Yo, Heather.” Bobby grabbed a fresh towel from under the counter. “Here ya’ go.”

Heather accepted the towel with a smile and headed back to the booth. Bobby watched her go, his eyes lingering on her swaying butt. He heard the door to the booth open and close.

“Yes! Booth six!” Bobby could hardly contain himself. Booth six… the booth right next to the supply room… the supply room with the little hole in the wall that only a couple of the male employees knew about… slow day… booth six… “Yes!” Bobby slapped his hands together. “The job does have some perks!”

Quietly, Bobby slipped down the hallway to the supply room. As he passed booth six, he could hear the sounds of Heather removing her clothes. The zipper to her tight jeans being lowered, the sound of her pulling off her sandals… he hurried into the supply room and closed the door silently behind him. Pulling a stool over to the wall, he nervously looked over his shoulder. He felt a little guilty but, the guilt quickly vanished as he climbed onto the stool and placed his eye against the peephole.

Heather had removed her jeans and sandals and was wearing only her halter top and thong panties. She was facing away from him, leaning over to set the timer on the tanning machine. Bobby could feel his cock stiffening as he looked at Heather’s tight ass with the thong riding up her crack. He could barely contain himself as he watched her stand back up and turn in his direction. Her shirt seemed even shorter without her jeans. Her entire sexy stomach was on full display. Her skimpy panties barely covered her pubic area. His stared, slack jawed, as she stretched and yawned. Must be tired, he thought. I wonder what or who she did last night? He watched as she reached under her shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her bare tits. Her nipples were stiff in the cool air, like pencil erasers. His gaze traveled down her tanned belly and over her long legs and dainty feet.

Bobby was in heaven. He had been infatuated with Heather since the first day she came into the salon. And now, he was getting to see her in all of her glory. He now had a raging erection and could feel beads of perspiration forming on his forehead. Heather turned back to the tanning booth and reached into the waistband of her panties and pushed the skimpy garment down her legs and stepped out of them. What an ass! He had never seen such a tight butt. Looking nervously at the supply room door, Bobby reached down and put his hand into his pants. He began to massage his stiff member, watching as Heather lay down on her back in the tanning booth. His gaze roamed up and down her sexy form as she lay, unaware in the booth. He lowered his zipper and allowed his cock to spring free. Now he began to stroke himself in earnest. “This job has it’s perks”, he mumbled under his breath as he continued pumping his cock.

Heather lay with her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the machine. Being in the tanning booth had always relaxed her. So quiet… so alone… the world completely shut out. Once again, her mind turned to her present dilemma. Steve had told her he would be stopping by after work. The bastard! Well, one thing was for sure. She didn’t plan on being home. She would just stay away. Maybe he’d get the message. Maybe she had led him on a little at the club on Saturday. Maybe he just had the wrong idea. Her mind started to formulate a plan. She would stay away tonight until late. Basically, stand him up. Then, if he showed up again, she would make it clear, in no uncertain terms, that he was unwelcome. She would give him no reason to doubt that she didn’t want to be with him. She would just have to be mean and stand her ground. She wasn’t an aggressive person but, this situation called for aggression and, she couldn’t back down. She smiled slightly… maybe things weren’t so bad. He just had the wrong idea and she would have to disabuse him of his misconceptions. Things would work out… it sucked that she had sex with him but, plenty of people have one night stands. This would all just be a bad memory soon. She just had to stand her ground…

Bobby watched as Heather rolled over onto her stomach. What an ass!!! His eye moved over her ass and down the back of her legs and feet. He looked back at her tits, pressed against the tanning booth and bulging under her cute arms. Oh, man! He stroked himself faster and felt his knees weaken as the first spurts of semen squirted from the head of his penis. For several seconds, he stood there on the stool, breathless. Then, he stepped down and looked around for a towel…

Heather finished dressing and stepped out into the hallway and headed for the front door. She smiled at Bobby as she walked across the lobby. He smiled back.

“What are you reading?” She motioned to his magazine.

“Aw… nothing. Just a stupid fitness magazine. It’s all they keep around this place.” He winked at her.

“Well, try not to be too bored. Looks like you guys are kind of slow today.” Heather waved over her shoulder as she walked through the front door and headed towards her car.

“Don’t worry… the day hasn’t been that boring!”, he called after her.

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Steve looked at his watch. Six-thirty! Where the fuck was Heather? He knew she should be home by now. He pounded his fist against the palm of his hand. If that little whore stood him up, there would be hell to pay! She had better not be with another man… or, he would pay too. Nobody fucks with my girlfriend! Steve scanned the parking lot for the hundredth time. Where is she?

“Hi. You waiting for Heather?” Steve was shocked to hear the voice behind him. He turned quickly and saw the fat woman opening her door. “You looking for Heather?”, she repeated.

“Yeah. We have a date. Have you heard from her?” He eyed the obese woman suspiciously.

“Well… I saw her this morning around ten. She hasn’t been home since then.” The woman rubbed her hands together.

“Around ten, huh? I guess she didn’t go to work today.” Steve was getting irritated.

“I wouldn’t know.” The woman offered her hand. “My name’s Mary. I’m Heather’s neighbor, as you can see.”

Steve reluctantly accepted her hand. “Steve”, he said shortly.

“Would you like to come inside for a drink? I noticed you’ve been standing out here a long time. I know it must stink to get stood up. I could tell you a few things about that girl. She might be good looking but, she has a bunch of issues.” Mary motioned to her apartment.

Steve thought for a minute and shrugged. “Sure. What the heck.” He followed Mary into her apartment and closed the door behind them.

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Heather pulled into her parking lot and parked the car. She glanced at the digital clock on her dashboard and noted the time. Eleven-fifteen. If Steve had been here, surely he must be gone by now. I just hope he got the message, she thought. She scanned the parking lot but, saw no activity. Maybe standing him up did the trick. Heather silently sat in her car, eyeing her front porch. She had butterflies in her stomach and felt her hands shaking slightly. All she wanted was to resume her normal life and forget the events of yesterday evening.

Stepping out of her car, she approached her front porch. She noticed Mary’s lights were still on… that’s strange, she thought. Normally, that blimp is asleep by now. She quietly slipped her key into the lock and turned the deadbolt.

Suddenly, Mary’s door opened. Heather looked over her shoulder and was stunned to see Steve standing in the doorway with Mary looking over his shoulder.

“Well. Hello, cutie.” Steve stepped out onto the porch. “Did you forget about our dinner date?”

Heather took a step backwards. “Steve… I… you… no… I didn’t forget… I… I didn’t want to go… what happened between us was a mistake…. You’re probably a really nice guy but… I’m not interested in dating right now… I…” Heather was embarrassed and nervous. She looked at Mary’s ugly face and back at Steve. He was frowning as he took a step in her direction.

“It’s a damn good thing you have such a nice neighbor or, I’d have been sitting out here on the porch in the dark all evening. Mary and I had a real good talk. Plenty of time to talk too… what with waiting for your lazy ass and all.” Steve stepped forward and grabbed Heather’s arm. “Where have you been?”

Heather tried to pull away but, Steve only tightened his grip on her arm. “Well? I’m waiting for an explanation. And, it had better be good.” Steve squeezed her arm causing Heather to grimace.

“Steve… listen… I told you… I don’t want to go to dinner with you… please…” Heather was stammering and she could feel tears starting in her pretty eyes. No… she had to be strong… she had to be clear… make sure he understood…

“Steve… just STOP IT!” Heather yelled in his face, hoping to make an impression… hoping to make him understand. “I DON’T WANT TO BE WITH YOU!” She was screaming now.

Suddenly, Heather felt intense pain as Steve slapped her full force across her face. The blow was so powerful that she would have fallen down if he hadn’t been holding her arm. The tears began to flow freely as Steve shook her violently.

“You will NEVER address me with such a tone, young lady!” Steve slapped her savagely again. “Do you understand?”, Steve barked. “Do you?” He slapped her a third time.

Heather was openly crying and blubbering. “Ste… Steve… please stop…”

Mary stood in her doorway, in awe. This was great! Finally, the little tramp was getting what she deserved! Mary laughed out loud. “You had better listen to Steve, little missy. I don’t think he’s in the mood to listen to your bullshit.” Mary leaned against her door, rubbing her palms together.

Steve shook Heather roughly. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” He raised his hand threateningly.

“Yes.”, Heather said meekly.

Steve reached over and opened Heather’s door. “In you go.” He shoved her into the apartment. Looking back, he spoke to Mary, “Why don’t you come on in. You’ve been very hospitable and I think we should return the favor.”

“Sure thing.” Mary waddled into the apartment and closed the door behind her as Steve pushed Heather into the living room.

“Have a seat.” Steve sat down on the couch and beckoned Mary to sit beside him.

“Go get me a beer, cutie.” Steve pointed to the kitchen. “Mary, what would you like?”

“Got any soda?” Mary smiled wickedly at Heather.

Heather was speechless. She stood in the living room looking at her feet. Her heart was pounding and her face burned from the brutal slaps.

“Are you deaf?” Mary looked at Heather, admiring the pretty teenager’s heaving breasts and bare stomach. “What kind of soda do you have?”

“Answer her, sweetie.” Steve sat with his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his hands. “What do we have in our fridge?”

Heather was in shock. What was happening? “I think I have some Cokes”, she said. She couldn’t bring herself to look up from the carpet.

“That’ll work.” Mary sat back on the couch and stretched her pudgy legs. She watched Heather’s tight ass as she walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Heather walked back into the living room and handed a beer to Steve and a soda to Mary. Then, she moved over to the window and stood looking absently at the closed blinds. She could hear them opening their cans behind her.

“Come stand in the center of the room and face us.”, Steve commanded.

Heather did as requested and stood facing the couch. She could feel the warm tears on her cheeks and held her arms across her stomach to hide her bare midriff.

“Now. We’ll start at the beginning.” Steve leaned back on the couch. “Why didn’t you go to work?” His eyes bored into Heather’s tear stained face.

“I wasn’t feeling good.”, Heather said quietly.

“Why?” He looked at her probingly. “Did I wear you out in bed last night?”

Heather heard Mary chuckling and felt sick.

“No. I told you, Steve, last night was a mistake. I don’t think I want to see you anymore.” Heather wiped a tear from her eye.

“Really? You’re sure about that?” Steve sat back up on the couch.

“Yes. I think last night was a mistake.” Heather looked over her shoulder at the front door, wishing she was anywhere but in her apartment with these two scoundrels.

“Well. I wonder what your parents would think about these pictures… or your boss for that matter?” Steve produced his cell phone from his pocket. He held it up for Mary to see and she nodded approvingly.

“Pretty girl.” Mary looked at the nude picture on the cell phone and felt herself becoming wet. “What a pretty girl you are, Heather.”

“Please, Steve. Why are you doing this? I don’t want to be with you. And, why are you showing her my pictures. Those are private.” Heather felt like she was going to vomit.

“I just want you to know where you stand, sweetie.” Steve snapped the phone shut and leaned back on the couch.

“You have insulted me by failing to be on time for our dinner engagement and, from what I hear, you have insulted our neighbor as well.” Steve cracked his knuckles and stared at the cringing teenager.

“What’s that she said to you this morning, Mary?” Steve glanced at the fat woman.

“She said I was so full of shit that it would take an industrial strength enema to clean me out.” Mary frowned at Heather.

Heather shifted her feet nervously. She glanced up at Steve and Mary and felt like she could melt into the carpet. “Please… I’ve got to go to work early in the morning… can’t we discuss this later?”

“I don’t think so, sweetie.” Steve stood up. “You’ve been a very bad girl today and we all know what bad girls deserve, right?”

Mary was beside herself. “Bad girls deserve a sound spanking. On their bare bottoms.”, she said. Mary sat up on her fat haunches. “A very sound spanking.”

Steve walked over to Heather. “That’s right. A very sound spanking on the bare bottom. That’s what naughty girls deserve.” Steve began to unfasten his belt. “Take your jeans down, little girl.”

“No… please… I haven’t been bad… I told you I…” Heather was crying.

“Every word you say only makes it worse for you, honey.” Steve pulled his belt from his trousers. “Now, get your jeans down. Panties too.”

Heather looked rapidly from Steve to Mary. Slowly, she unfastened the top button of her jeans and lowered the zipper. She hitched her fingers into her pants and pulled them off her hips, pushing them down her tan legs. She had never been so humiliated. Being forced to undress in front of Steve the previous night was bad enough but, now having to pull her pants down in front of her hated neighbor was almost unbearable.

Mary watched as the cute teenager lowered her jeans to the floor. Her legs were incredible! Her skimpy underwear was almost nonexistent. Mary could see the young girl’s pubic hair peeking out of the top of her panties. She continued to watch, delighted, as Heather stepped out of her jeans and sandals.

“Get the panties down now!”, Steve demanded.

Heather pushed the garment down her legs and stepped out of them. She stood in front of Steve and her neighbor, wearing only a halter top. The shirt came only a few inches below her breasts. Aside from her short top, she was completely nude and exposed to their lustful gazes.

“Bend over and grab your ankles.”, Steve said. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

Heather bent forward and placed her hands on her feet. She could feel the tears dripping from her face.

“Now, you’ll get twenty strokes. I want you to count aloud.” Steve placed a callused hand on the young girl’s bare back.

Heather felt the belt strike her bare cheeks. The sound was sharp and loud in the small apartment. “One.” The belt fell across her butt again. “Two.” Again the belt struck her bared backside. “Three.”

Mary stood up and walked across the room and knelt in front of the prone girl. With her face only inches from Heather, she said, “How does it feel, slut? Do you like having your tight little ass whipped? You’re not so smart now, are you? Got anything you want to say?” Mary grabbed onto Heather’s ankles and leaned up to her ear. “Well? What do you say now, slut?”

Heather’s shame was immense. She felt nauseated and couldn’t control her weeping. “Get away, Mary… why are you here?” She tried to push the fat woman away…

“Keep your hands around your ankles!” Steve’s voice was harsh. “Count”

The belt fell across Heather’s already burning butt again. “Four.”

The belt continued to strike the young girl’s bare butt…

“Five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten…”

Steve could see the red welts appearing on Heather’s rounded cheeks. Good… she would pay for her disobedience…

He struck her even harder… “Eleven… twelve… thirteen… fourteen… fifteen…”

Heather was weeping profusely. “Please… pl… please!”

“Shut up!” Steve was furious. “Count!” He brought the belt down again.

“Sixteen… seventeen… eighteen… nineteen…”

Steve raised the belt higher than before and cracked the young girl’s ass powerfully…

“Twenty”, Heather wept.

Steve stood back and admired Heather’s bruised backside. Mary paced the floor, looking at Heather with an evil grin…

“Stand up, bitch.” Steve grabbed Heather’s hair and pulled her to a standing position. “Go stand in the corner while I think about what to do with you.”, he commanded.

Heather limped towards the corner of the room, stopping to pick up her jeans.

“Leave them where they lay, girl. You won’t be needing your pants tonight! In fact, get the damn shirt off! You won’t be needing any clothes!”, Steve shouted. “Strip! I want your lying ass completely naked!”

Crying, Heather pulled her shirt off and stood nude in front of Steve and Mary.

“What did she say to you this morning, Mary?” Steve glanced at the fat woman.

“The little tart said it would take an industrial strength enema to clean the shit out of me.” Mary smiled in Heather’s direction, her beady eyes roaming over the nude teenager’s shapely body. “It really hurt my feelings.”

“Didn’t you tell me you had a couple of enemas in your medicine cabinet?” Steve shot a look at Mary.

“Why, yes. Yes I do… Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Mary was wetter than she had ever been in her life…

“I’m thinking exactly that.” Steve pointed to the door. “Why don’t you go get those enemas? I think Heather is the one full of shit. She needs to be cleaned out…” Steve chuckled. “You feeling bloated, baby?” Steve looked at the cringing teenager.

“No. I’m okay.” Heather held one arm over her breasts and the other arm over her privates. “I’m not bloated at all.”

“But, you sure are full of shit!” Mary laughed at the young girl’s discomfort. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Mary walked out the front door.

“Baby, you sure have made me mad tonight.”, Steve said as he walked over to the cowering Heather. He gently stroked her cheek and reached behind her to clasp her well-muscled posterior. He squeezed her butt cheek lightly. “I hate to have to do this to you, baby. But, you’ve insulted me and pissed off our neighbor. I have no choice.”

Just then, the door opened and Mary stepped in, holding a couple of plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid.

“Here we go… not exactly industrial strength but, good enough to do the trick!” Mary offered the enema bottles to Steve.

“No. I think you’ll handle the injections. After all, our little belle insulted you with the enema comment… not me.” Steve grabbed Heather’s arm and guided her to the couch. “Bend over and take your enema like a good girl, sweetie. Show me what a big girl you are…”

Mary watched, transfixed, as Heather bent forward over the couch. What a cute little bitch! She unscrewed the cap to the first enema and sat down next to the weeping girl.

“Now, we’ll see whose full of shit!” Mary sneered as she placed the nozzle against the cowering girl’s anal opening. “Don’t clinch up. It’ll just make it worse.” She thrust the bottle into the teenager’s puckered rectum and began to squeeze the warm liquid into her bowels…

Heather could feel the thick fluid entering her most private of places… she wept in humiliation….

“There, there, honeybunch. I’m sure you’ve had bigger things in this hole!”, Mary laughed as she squeezed the bottle’s contents into Heather’s exposed rectum.

Heather felt her stomach becoming engorged. She placed a delicate hand over her belly and moaned aloud. “Please, Mary… stop it… I’m sorry… I…”

Mary pulled the empty bottle from Heather’s anus. “One more to go, honeybunch. Not industrial strength but, two will do the trick…” She snapped the cap off of the second enema and shoved it into the youngster’s asshole… she squeezed the fluid into the warm opening… “There you go… mmmm…mmm… you feel like you need to take a shit yet, whore?”, Mary asked.

“Yes… yes… please!” Heather’s rectum was full and her belly was churning.

“Okay, let’s go.”, Steve said, as he lifted Heather to her feet. He led the moaning teenager to the bathroom. Mary followed, just behind, admiring Heather’s naked form.

When they reached the restroom, Steve shoved Heather onto the toilet. “Let it go, baby.”

Heather felt painful shame as she sat on the commode. She looked at Steve and Mary as they stood in the doorway, watching her.

“C’mon, bitch! Let that shit out!” Mary laughed at the teenager’s humiliation.

Heather’s bowels opened suddenly and loudly. She held her hands over her face in shame as she released the full contents of her stomach. She could hear Mary snickering as she unleashed everything into the toilet.

“Okay. Stand up.” Steve pulled Heather to her bare feet. With a handful of toilet paper, he began to wipe her sore butt.

Mary stood by, watching. She smiled at the young girl’s shame.

“There we go.” Steve placed his arms around Heather’s midsection and gave her a hug. “I bet you feel better, sweetie.” He helped Heather to her feet. “Now, you’ve got one more enema coming… I need you to bend over the sink.”

“Why? I already had two enemas… why another one?” Heather was crying.

“This is a special enema, sweetie… bend over the sink, please.” Steve lowered his pants revealing his raging hard-on. “Bend over, please”

Now, Heather understood. It wasn’t another enema. He wanted to have sex with her in her butt… she could see Mary standing just outside the bathroom, smiling.

“Steve, please… I… don’t…”,Heather blubbered.

“Quiet, honey. Bend over.” Steve pushed her over the sink counter.

Heather reluctantly bent forward over the sink, exposing her puckered sphincter.

Steve spat into his hand and lubricated his stiff erection with the saliva. Placing his engorged cock against the weeping teenager’s bottom, he pushed the hard member into her tight hole. He began to thrust slowly. In and out of her most private place…

Mary felt like masturbating as she watched the man pumping Heather’s exposed ass. “Got anything more to say to me, bitch?”, Mary asked.

Heather didn’t respond. Her world collapsed around her with every thrust of Steve’s cock. She had no more pride… no more shame…

Steve increased his thrusts and began to moan… “Oh yeah, baby!” He enjoyed the young girl’s virgin ass… so tight… soooo… tight!

Minutes passed and suddenly, Steve ejaculated powerfully into Heather’s rectum.

Pulling out, Steve fastened his trousers.

“From now on, Heather, you have two people to answer to. Myself and Mary. You will do what either one of us say no matter what your personal feelings.” He slapped Heather’s bared ass… “Do you understand?” Steve watched the young girl intently.

“Yes.”, Heather said meekly.

“We’ll try our dinner date again tomorrow. I’ll be here at 7 PM. You had best not stand me up!” Steve walked over to Mary. “Do you have anything to say, neighbor?”

“Yes. I want you at my apartment tomorrow at 9 AM. You will be there… and not a minute late!” Mary smiled at the cringing girl. “9 AM sharp!”

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Heather watched the two scoundrels leave her apartment. Her mind raced as she held her crumpled clothes over her bare body. She collapsed onto the floor weeping, yet again. Heather’s life was totally out of control…